Poems from ACCarter
The mind of a writer is a messy place.
Bits of lost dialogue float around only to
bump into the padded walls of creativity.
Words that...
How she would look through him
to the past
or the way her eyes
molested his frame,
comparing him to his father.
A man he could and
would...
I met a woman who looked like me,
the wind blowing between us
a
mirror.
The seconds we stood to stare
seemed
like hours until
she shuffled...
Has the power to change worlds
Not just their own.
It begins the moment pen meets paper,
Fingers caress keys,
And ideas become images to...